A tree by the river dips its roots
Is your love still mine?
Is there still a window
Of time?
Between the turning over
Of sun and of
The mind, of weary days
And night,
In the blind
Like
A tree by the river, dips its roots
The river is watching
And the river's silk currents
Are veins the river opens to let
Light go round
In spirals,
Like my eyes
In this
Aching head of mine.
From "Millennial," a new collection of poems and short stories by Malik Solomon of East Hampton.